User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-26024035-20160425042954

Asrin got back to his feet, shaking his head and spreading his paws wide in a plea, the dagger still glistening from his left. "Scurv, we c'n still be mates! Y' shoulda told me y' were innerested th' moment I asked, I wouldna thought I 'ad t' cut ye othawise. Aye, I've been turned wid gold... but you c'n too! Derklade'll pay ye handsomely, y' know 'ow that rat is when 'e's in a generous mood!"